Even the silver medal assassin driving the car had guessed what was happening from the sounds coming from around them, despite not looking back.
His face paled, and he pressed the accelerator down even harder.
"Vroom..."
The car, which had already been speeding along, now surged forward at full power.
The person sitting in the co-pilot seat asked with a slight tremor in his voice, "Boss, how many of our twenty-five bases in New York are left?"
Madam Gao had already thrown the communication device in her hand aside, her face dark and gloomy.
"Three. The Manhattan District and Brooklyn District."
Of the densely packed lights that had originally lit up, only three tiny points remained standing.
Yet that alone made Madam Gao's heart turn cold.
Even if those three bases still existed, they did not dare go there at all.
Who could guarantee that they had only found twenty-two bases? What if they were trying to trick them into walking right into a trap?
No one could say for sure.
As a result, all the achievements of The Hand's New York branch, which Madam Gao had spent years building, had been almost completely destroyed.
"Contact every remaining assassin. Abandon your current missions and arrange to rendezvous at Point Seventy-Four."
Madam Gao spoke coldly.
The silver medal assassin in front immediately contacted them through the secret communication device.
The extremely simple communication device made its signal impossible to detect, while even if the transmitted information were intercepted, no one else would understand what it meant.
The car turned around and drove toward Point Seventy-Four, as Madam Gao had instructed.
It was an underground bar, not one of The Hand's bases. In fact, the bar was fairly famous, and every night was a sleepless one there.
Their Point Seventy-Four was next